Zer0: You know what I don't get?

Bio: What?

Zer0: Where did Ben get the Tie Fighter? When he left the Moon of Endor?

Bio: Fuck if I know. Maybe he just searched that Death Star wreck and found a perfectly intact and working TIE just to fly him all the way to Exegol...even though I'm pretty sure Empire-era TIEs can't jump through hyperspace.

Zer0: That's weird…..Wait are we rolling?

Bio: …Son of a Protestant whore, we are.

Zer0: Kriff. Uh hey guys! How's it going?! We're back!

Bio: In case you couldn't tell from that, we've seen the Rise of Skywalker.

Zer0: The 'final' Star Wars movie of the Skywalker Saga.

Bio: Last Star Wars film for the time being...till 2022, if I recall correctly.

Zer0: We'll get to that review at the end of the…...part we'll call since this is a movie like format. Let's get onto to the story, and I got to admit…..not a lotta reviews as I was expecting.

Bio: Maybe cause Star Wars is as dead as my relationship status?

Zer0: Yeah. Could be that. I don't think anyone can blame the fandom.

Bio: There's also the fact that we didn't go full 'Read and review', 'Let us know what ya think', 'Sell your soul to my work of fiction', like some people...Disney.

Zer0: Yeah…...but we got a lot of good positive reviews and I'm happy. Let's get to those right now:

Canadiangunner11: Thanks, bro. Glad you like our story, and it only gets better.

Bio: Again...we got a plan, unlike Disney.

Zer0: They had a plan…it just sucked. It sucked so bad, not even a Black Hole could swallow it. Anywho.

TheLostEternity: We appreciate your review and glad you like our characters. When me and Bio create characters, we have to flesh them out. That's like the number one rule when creating a character.

Bio: It's only the most basic element of good storytelling. Can't have a good story without good characters...give them purpose and reasons for being part of the story...and Disney didn't do that half the time. Poe was originally supposed to die in TFA, but JJ apparently changed his mind after casting Oscar, and yet when the movie came out, Poe got yoinked out of screen time by crashing a TIE...then just reappears out of nowhere with no explanation as to how he got back.

Zer0: And that Rey is literally liked by everyone she meets. Finn met her for like two minutes after she knocked him on his ass. Oh, let's not forget the new character Zori, who got her ass kicked by Rey and says 'I like you' who does that?!

Bio: If we're talking about folks who barely have character, just look at Finn in RoS...what reason does he have for being there, he had literally nothing to do essentially. The main characters were basically Rey, Kylo, and Poe.

Zer0: We're getting too deep, let's move on.

Hellfire45: Thank you. Don't worry, everyone will find out.

Bio: Yeah, just wait till [REDACTED].

Zer0: Or when [REDACTED]. Anyways.

SaiyatonianSage: Ah Sagey, my amigo. Uh…..lotta stuff to go over. Honestly that's the point of IG, he gets on everyone's nerves. It's not his fault, his head fell off in battle…..Gonna be fun to explain that. I already talked about the story and where it came from. Bio was super confused about that.

Bio: Rhasar and Damien are your favorite bit so far? Well, Zer0 and I have just as much fun writing their exchanges as you do reading them.

Zer0: Writing stories with someone else is fun, sometimes we get sidetracked…...That fucking treason meme.

Bio: Cowabunga, it is, my man.

Zer0: I can't reveal anything else, just wait.

Hamhjolf Stormcrown: Thank you so much for the review, we really appreciate. Yeah the characters are fun to write and explore. Damien, and Karine are mine. Rhasar, and Arthon are Bio. IG was a combination we made since we wanted a droid that hasn't really been used a lot. Damien is my favorite because uh, it's a lot of what he has to go through.

Bio: Arthon is my favorite to write. A guy who's very rough around the edges (with very good reason you'll discover later in the story), but deep down, he's a good guy...even though he might contemplate eating you.

Zer0: The Disney characters are a little difficult to work with, Rey probably being the easiest since she is pretty…moldable I want to say. Poe is gonna be pretty fun, and Finn…...is a little more difficult. Trying to make sure while it's really for us to enjoy, we want everyone to enjoy.

Bio: In other words, we don't want to make jokes out of these characters. While Star Wars has always had a little humor and wit in the films, the Sequels took it a little too far in my opinion, making Finn a fucking janitor before becoming a Stormtrooper. How does that even make sense?

Zer0: He's also a player.

Bio: You talking about Finn or Poe?

Zer0: Yes.

Bio: Exactly.

Genesis1212: You know what this review makes me happier than all the others. This isn't like personal but it's like we're doing something great if we get this. I love all the reviews, but this does surprise me.

Bio: We're the first story based around the Sequels you decided to read? Boy, you may come to regret that.

Guest: Thank you, and enjoy this chapter.

Zorach: Glad we got your attention, that is our mission.

emoryjmorrill: Niiiiice.

Bio: Niiiiice.

Zer0/Bio: Niiiiiiiiice.

Bio: I think we've kept them waiting long enough. I'm sure they're about ready to punch their computers if we keep this up.

Zer0: Right. Ladies and Gents, Otherworld creatures, welcome back to STAR WARS!

The desert world of Jakku was an orange ball of sand and scrap, it was another dead world among the million living ones. Above the desolate world a triangular ship floated in space, the ship was large and narrow with dozens of cannons aimed at the world below. The ship was the proud symbol of the Galactic Empire during its rule decades ago, the Star Destroyers now served as the primary ships for the new Regime risen from the ashes of the Empire.

The First Order.

The Star Destroyer, Finalizer, hovered above the desert world in silence eclipsing the sky. In one of the main hangar bays squads of the First Order's main soldiers: Stormtroopers. Two squads marched inside transports ready for an assault down on the planet. One of the Squadron leaders, his white pauldron snug tightly to his right shoulder, walked side by side with one of his new recruits.

"You remember the briefing?" Came the voice of the squadron leader, designation FN-2187. His voice, despite being filtered by the helmet, carried a tone of professionalism.

"Yes, Sir. I was born ready to kill some Resistance Scum." The recruit, FN-2003 said with enthusiasm in his tone.

"Careful what you say about them, Slip. Even though they're the enemy, we need to be cautious when dealing with them. Their methods of engagement aren't like ours, we've lost more than a few squadrons to their...unconventional strategies." FN-2187 said.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." 'Slip' said as he saluted his Squad leader, before joining the others. FN-2187 watched him leave before hearing the sounds of footsteps behind him.

"Are the troops ready, FN-2187?" The Squadron Leader turned around to come face to face with his superior, Captain Phasma. Despite her rank, Phasma is considered one of the top three highest officials in the First Order under the Supreme Leader himself. Phasma is considered the top elite soldier the First Order has, and 2187's instructor when he was a little boy. All Stormtroopers who are not in the elite class look up to Phasma. Her armor is not of regular class, made of a very strong metal and a black cape nearly reaching her boots.

"Yes, Captain." FN-2187 said. "FN-2003 and I were on our way to finish boarding." He said.

"Excellent, I hope you make a prime example of what a Stormtrooper should be to the recruits. Kylo Ren will be most disappointed if the troops were not to stay in line on this mission, as would I." Phasma said. Phasma never took pride in her soldiers, but she could not deny that FN-2187 was a prime candidate for the elite class of Stormtroopers, top of his class and skilled in all but piloting, no one could match Baron Vonreg piloting in the First Order. Still, the Squadron leader was perfect for the elite class.

The Sith Troopers: Elite class of Stormtrooper chosen personally by Phasma and the General, dawning red durasteel armor. Named after the Dark Lords under the command of the Supreme Leader, they are Kylo Ren's and the General's personal forces when on the field. FN-2187 however was more surprised by the mention of Kylo Ren, he had never met the man personally but he had heard of him: A dark armored being of unimaginable power. FN-2187 thought it was just a bunch of poodoo, but he wasn't one to face the man.

"Kylo Ren's coming with us?" FN-2187 asked, surprise in his voice.

"Yes, he wishes to see this mission complete personally." Phasma said looking over to the Upsilon Class Command Shuttle, FN-2187 noticed two Sith Troopers boarding the ship. Their red pauldrons appeared nearly invisible with their black kamas holstering two blasters and two handlers behind them for their Electro-Blades.

"Are there reports of Jedi on Jakku?" FN-2187 asked, wondering why Kylo Ren would accompany them on a simple search and destroy mission. Sending someone like Kylo Ren wasn't done unless something critical was reported to warrant his attention. The addition of Sith Troopers also added to his thoughts. He had heard stories of the Jedi: dogmatic acolytes who served some religion and what caused the downfall of the Empire three decades ago. They tried to reestablish their order years ago, but failed, leaving a few survivors scattered across the galaxy. All he knew now was that the only people trained to contend with Jedi were of three professions: Sith Troopers, the Supreme Leader, and Kylo Ren himself.

"No, but reports from the General's spy says that one of the Resistance's best pilots is down there." Phasma stated, looking back at the Squadron leader.

"Poe Dameron." FN-2187 said. He had read up on the more known members of the Resistance, and the one with the most intelligence reports was a human pilot and spy by the name of Poe Dameron. Reports noted him to be cocky, impulsive, and reckless, but despite those flaws, he had proven himself to be much like the rest of his band of rebels: incredibly difficult to deal with. Add his aforementioned skills as a pilot and spy and he was nearly impossible to catch.

"Ren believes that someone down there has a map to something he wants, the Resistance has sent their best down there to retrieve it with Dameron. Do not hesitate. Dismissed." Phasma said, walking past FN-2187 and into her transport. The Squadron Leader felt a chill run down his spine and looked back to see someone walk into the Command shuttle followed by two more Sith Troopers. He turned around and walked into this shuttle as the doors closed being met with darkness, he grabbed onto a handle to hold onto as the ship shook and flew into space.

(Village)

The night released a cool breeze over the orange land, and very few villages. Jakku rarely had docile civilians, mainly most were scrappers and thugs ordered by Unkar Plutt. The village was relatively small with only a few dozen people. The children were asleep while the adults cleaned scraps. One alien grunted as a small droid nearly rolled over his foot, a BB-Series Astromech Droid, BB-8 to be precise. The ball of metal rolled across the dirt and onto a hill, the droid scanned the sky for any unwanted attention. Its partner and friend wanted to leave this planet as soon as he could, as did BB. It scanned the skies until it noticed something in the distance, instantly BB whistled and beeped erratically before rolling back towards a certain tent.

On the other side of the village inside a tent, two men sat across from each other. One was in his sixties, Lor San Tekka: A follower in the Church of the Force and an explorer who put his faith in the Jedi Order. He had been in hiding for the past six years since the fall of the New Jedi Order, hiding from those that wished him harm and taking what was given to him by an old friend. Across from him was a man in his early thirties, a man regarded for his piloting skills and quick wit, also his recklessness: Poe Dameron, Resistance Pilot and Spy. Tekka handed Poe a small pouch, information that will bring back order and hope in the Galaxy.

"This will begin to make things right." Tekka said as Poe stared at the small pouch. "I've traveled too far and seen too much to ignore the despair in the galaxy. This galaxy needs the Jedi again." Tekka said as Poe nodded in agreement. "Without the Jedi, there can be no balance in the Force."

"Well, because of you, we may finally have a chance." Poe said earnestly, his hand wrapped tightly around the crucial piece of information he held. Poe has been after this piece of information for a year now, sent by the General and the Senator to find it, and it was only until Tekka made himself known recently that they got their first piece in the search. "The General and the Senator have been after this for a long time."

"The Senator? To me, she is royalty." Tekka said with an amused smile. He had great respect for the Senator, she was one who greatly inspired hope among others.

"She certainly is that." Poe said, sharing a similar smile.

"I hope you know, Dameron, I have made a grave choice sending you out here. It is only a matter of time before they find me." Tekka said.

"Why did you call us? After all this time?" Poe asked, curious as to what drew him out of hiding.

"The Senator and the General have lost so much, and while this vital information holds the key to the First Order demise I could not risk losing such information. They have been on my trail for years, unfortunately my time is running out." Tekka said. At that very moment BB rolled in, beeping wildly and making Poe worry.

"We have company." Poe said as the two walked out. The Pilot pulled out his binoculars and looked out at the horizon, he zoomed in on the west and saw two transport shuttles: First Order.

"You have to hide." Poe said as he lowered his binoculars.

"You have to leave." Tekka said as Poe turned around to him. "This is not the time to be reckless, Dameron, the First Order wants that information. Go!" Poe stared at Tekka before sighing as he looked at BB and gestured for him to follow, the two running towards a nearby X-Wing.

Inside the transports the lights flickered off and on, every trooper inside was silent as they felt the shuttle land. FN-2187 looked at his squad, their helmets hiding their expressions but some like Slip held his rifle tightly. The ship shook indicating it had landed as the alarms went off and hissed.

"Alright, troopers! Remember your training and we'll get through this!" FN-2187 said, as the doors opened. "GO, GO, GO!" He shouted, as they all began to run down the ramp, raining blaster fire on their opposition. Few of the townsfolk hid for cover while others who had blasters fired back at the attacking force, they were used to attacking thugs but never trained soldiers, nevertheless they fought back despite being killed in the process from the heavily trained soldiers.

Poe ran out of the town, BB rolling behind him, and towards his X-Wing. Poe stopped climbing into his cockpit as he looked back at the town, hearing the screams and bolt fires across the dune. He heard beeping and looked down to see BB staring up at him, curious to what he was doing. He looked back at the town as the carnage continued. He knew he had a mission, he knew the information he carried, but the cries continued. He let out a silent curse as he slid down the ladder and kneeled to BB, the only other one he could trust with this information. Doing something was better than doing nothing.

"You take this. It's safer with you than it is with me." Poe said, pulling out the small little chip. BB opened up a top hatch for his head, Poe plugged in the chip and closed it. You get as far away from here as you can. Do you hear me?" BB chirped sadly, rolling into Poe's leg. The Pilot gave his droid a small rub on its head.

"I'll come back for you. It will be alright, go!" Poe took his blaster and ran towards the town. Near the shuttles, FN-2187 ducked behind cover and fired a shot, killing a Resistance Trooper. He jumped out of cover as Slip joined his side as the two took down another trooper. On the other side of town, Poe hid behind a hill and cocked his blaster before aiming down sight, firing and killing a Stormtrooper. He took out three more before aiming down the sights of another.

"I got your back, Sir!" Slip cheered as they watched a Flametrooper light a home on fire. "These Resistance Scum don't stand a ch-ARRGH!"

"Slip!" FN-2187 yelled in shock as the rookie Stormtrooper crashed into a small cover for them, a large blast wound on his chest. He reached for Slip's neck and checked his pulse, it was fading fast as the Stormtrooper looked up at his commanding officer.

"S-Sorry…..Si.." Slip reached for FN-2187's helmet, leaving three lines of blood on his helmet before his body went limp. FN-2187 lowered his helmet in sadness at another loss, all because of that damn Resistance fighter. He was about to kill another Resistance member when he noticed someone else dead near Slip. Walking over he inspected the body and was quite shocked to see it was no Resistance soldier, during his time fighting he had seen what they wore and this did not wear the symbol of the Resistance. He didn't see some Resistance fighter, just a civilian, that's when he took a look around and realized something was very off: There were no Resistance. Just civilians. They screamed and ran but the Stormtroopers either shot them or captured them. He has always known civilians would be caught in crossfire but he never shot them to kill, every battle he had been until this point there were no civilian casualties. The fighting soon stopped as the sound of another ship echoed across the dunes, FN-2187 and Poe looked up to see a ship landing near the town, the pad lowered down with steam pouring out.

"FN-2187." The Squad Leader turned back to see Phasma walking towards him. "Join me, he has arrived."

"Yes, Captain." FN-2187 said as he followed her with the other Squadron leader and the three stood at attention. The Squad leader noticed two troopers drag an old man with them by the three, all heads turned towards the ship as someone walked out.

"Kylo Ren." FN-2187 whispered, Poe thought the exact same thing as he had heard stories of the dark warrior. The one all of the Resistance feared and the Republic thought as nothing but a ghost story made up by the First Order.

Kylo Ren.

The warrior wore an all black cloak covering his body, a hood over his lined visor helmet, some strange cylinder at his side. Following Kylo Ren were two Sith Troopers, their blood-red armor an easy detail to notice, one had an Electro-Staff on his back, the other had two Electro blades. Kylo Ren walked towards the group as Lor stood tall, not daring to be afraid of this masked warrior, for he already knew who this man was, or who he used to be. The Sith Troopers stood behind Kylo as he stared down Lor, no one could tell what the man was thinking until he finally spoke up, his voice like a dark abyss.

"Look at what you've become, an acolyte for a fallen order."

"I could say the same of you, but it is far worse than I imagined." Lor said.

"You know why I've come here." It wasn't a question." The map to Skywalker, I know you have it. Now you will give it to me, and I will finish what I started."

"You cannot end the Jedi, Hope will always diminish the dark side." Lor said as Kylo walked up to him, the old man staring into the dark warriors visor. "You know this, you were once part of it, before you were Kylo Ren. This power you have is nothing in the light of the Jedi."

"I will show you true power, not the dark, or the light: But the full power of the Force." Kylo said as Lor simply sighed.

"You may try, but that will never change what you have done. The price you have taken, the ones you loved so much, the o-!"

"You have no right to speak of what I cared about. No one does." Kylo said, some of the troops were surprised by the sudden burst of emotion, but did not voice it.

"All of the lives you have taken, and look at what it has made you." Lor said gesturing to all of Kylo Ren.

"You're so right." Kylo Ren said.

BZZ

Lor jumped in fear as did the civilians as a red blade cackled with life, two small blades at the side as Kylo swung it. Lor's life ended before he even realized it, the civilians crying in shock.

"NO!" Poe yelled as he fired a bolt at Kylo. A microsecond later Kylo turned to Poe and held his hand out. The world around Poe froze, he couldn't move an inch, like the gravity around him stopped. What truly shocked him and everyone else was the frozen plasma bolt in the air. Kylo lowered his arm and deactivated his lightsaber as the Sith troopers ran over to Poe and punched him in the gut and held his arms, dragging him towards Kylo Ren. Poe looked over his shoulder at the frozen bolt, now believing the stories that Kylo Ren was indeed a Force user. The Sith Troopers kicked Poe to his knees, the pilot grunting in pain before looking to see Kylo kneel at his level. The tension was intense as Poe stared at what was possibly the most powerful being in the Galaxy, where the energy around them bent to his will, and in times like these it made him nervous, reckless, and arrogant.

"...So who talks first? You talk first, I talk first?"

"The old man gave it to you." Kylo stated as he stood back up.

"From what I understand, he gave a lot of things. Knowledge, advice, trinkets. You're not really making a good case." Poe said, though his eyes betrayed his emotions, anger glossing over his face as he glanced at the dead body.

"Search him." The Sith Troopers pulled him up, as one held his arms the other searched his pockets.

"Hey, hey! Watch where ya put those hands! I'm flattered, but I ain't into that sorta thing. Not unless it's with the ladies." Poe said, smacking their hands away after they finished searching.

"Nothing, Sir."

"Put him on board." Kylo Ren ordered, the two dragging Poe away as he struggled against their hold. Phasma walked up to Kylo prepared to give her full report.

"We've searched the area, no signs of any Resistance members, only one X-Wing." Phasma reported.

"Was there a droid with him?"

"Not one we could find, Sir." Phasma said as Kylo turned to the villagers.

"Search for it, if there is one it couldn't have gone far." Kylo said as he stared at the villagers, the children and women cowered in fear at the blasters aimed at them.

"And the villagers?" Kylo said nothing, his helmet scanned every single one of the villagers.

"Kill them." FN-2187's head shook at the order. He had never been given such orders because he saw no reason for it. They were civilians, not soldiers or the enemy, like the Republic and the Resistance.

"On my command." Phasma said as she turned around.

"Captain, they're just civilians." FN-2187 said, trying to prevent further bloodshed.

"You have your orders, FN-2187. Get in line and follow them." Phasma said, her tone ending the conversation. FN-2187 said nothing as he slowly stepped back and joined the line. He aimed his blaster at the civilians, only to see the fear and terror in their eyes.

"Fire." With that simple order, the Stormtroopers fired at the villagers. Their screams echoed in the night as blaster bolts ended their lives. Poe looked back pleading for them to stop but was only dragged into the ship, hearing their screams echo inside.

All while FN-2187 watched in silence, his mind reeling at the horror he was witnessing his brothers and sisters commit.

(Crimson Goddess)

"Gah!" Damien's head shot up, sweat beading down his face. He looked around seeing he was still on top of the Goddess realizing he had fallen asleep. He clutched his heart as he felt something, something dark: Cold. He hopped off the ship, making Arthon, who was repairing one of the landing gears, look at the young captain who looked over the sea of sand.

"What's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." He said, his teeth gritting after the snarl that came out of his mouth. Damien looked around as if trying to find the source of pain, it was as if the Force was crying.

"I thought…..I thought I heard screaming. Like people crying in agony." Damien said as Arthon stood by his side. The Trandoshan lifted his goggles and scanned the sand, sniffing the air, but didn't see or smell anything out of the ordinary.

"Could just be a bad dream. Minds love to play tricks on people at their most vulnerable...or perhaps you messed up on your cooking and are finally succumbing to madness."

(Wreckage)

Rey shot out of her makeshift bed inside the wreckage of an AT-AT Walker, her heart clenching as she felt cold. She reached for her staff and ran outside but saw nothing unusual. She thought she heard screaming, cries of and weeps of the innocent….before it became silent.

(Jakku, Village)

FN-2187 stared at the remains of the villagers, a mixture of men, women, and children piled together, all having died with a look of agony on their faces. He eventually managed to pull himself away from it...only to see the helmet of Kylo Ren staring at him.

It was...eerie. Like the mere gaze was a violation of his very soul. He couldn't see anything behind the mask, but unlike his fellow troopers, where the materials of their gear was reflective to hide their emotions...this felt like there was NOTHING behind the mask. Like he was gazing into a bottomless pit of Darkness, Evil...DEATH. Like he was being watched by a creature far beyond his comprehension that could kill him without even a shred of remorse or thought.

Without a word, Kylo Ren turned to leave.

BANG!

The blaster bolt he had sustained was freed and continued to its original course, sending sparks upon its impact, making more than a few nearby troopers jump with surprise.

The only one who hadn't reacted to it was FN-2187, who was too shocked by his brief encounter with Ren to have even noticed the bolt going past him. Kylo made his way towards the ship, he may not have the map now but it was only a matter of time.

FWOOM

Kylo stopped in his tracks as he felt a pulse run through his entire being. The Force flowed through him as he felt….something. He looked over his shoulder and for the faintest moment he swore someone was standing there, flames between them flickered and before he could get full view they were gone. He thought nothing of it at first, a ghost of his past perhaps, as he made his way into the ship.

(Crimson Goddess)

FWOOM

Damien jumped at the strong pulse in his body, like the Force was tugging at him. He looked over his shoulder and could've sworn he saw someone…..but as soon as he turned around no one was there. Karine walked out of the ship dusting her hands seeing the two.

"Come on guys, let's get a good night's sleep." The Twi'lek said as she walked back inside. Arthon let out a low growl of agreement when he noticed the look Damien had, like he saw something really terrifying.

"D-Did you see it?" Damien asked the Trandoshan, fear in his eyes.

"See what?" Arthon asked.

"There was someone there, I could have sworn I saw someone." Damien said shaking his head and rubbing it.

"You've been staring at the stars for too long. Next thing you'll say is that the Starweird are real." Arthon growled as he walked into the Goddess. Damien stared out into the horizon before shaking his head, maybe he was staring at the stars too long. He walked into the Goddess to get a good night sleep, wondering how worse it could get.

(Village)

"Nothing here!" A Stormtrooper yelled as he inspected the X-Wing, ordered by Phasma to search for the droid. Two squads separated in search of the droid, several lined up prepared to destroy the X-Wing.

"Go ahead!" The Stormtroopers unleashed a hail of blaster bolts upon the X-Wing. The ship's engine was hit first and soon it could only take so much, exploding in a fiery cloud of metal and destruction. Not far, rolling over a hill, BB turned around to see the explosion beeping quietly. It knew that only one thing could've generated that much force, letting out a sad whistle. It knew if it didn't leave soon the Stormtroopers would be upon it. It slowly moved through the sands, thinking of the loss of Poe, as a droid they do not feel emotion…..but even then it still felt what fleshbags called sad as Poe was it's friend. Now it was a lone droid, wandering the desert with no one in sight to help it.

"There it is!" BB's head swirled around to see three Stormtroopers running towards it. BB whistled madly before rolling as fast as its ball could take it. The Stormtroopers fired blaster bolts at it, hoping to damage it but not completely destroy its mainframe. BB rolled down into a pit and tried to roll back up, only for the sand to slide him back down.

"Don't move!" One of the Stormtroopers said as they made it to the top of the pit. BB shaking in fear as it realized it too had failed the mission. As the Stormtroopers slowly made their way down the sand started to shake, BB looked around wondering what was going on. He scanned the sands but saw no life…..only to see that something was beneath him.

BOOM

BB couldn't even scream as sand exploded around him, the Stormtroopers backing away in fear as something growled. The Stormtroopers climbed back up the hill, turning around to see that the BB Unit was gone, and the growling stopped.

"...What do we tell the Captain?" One of the Stormtroopers asked, the one in the middle shrugs in response.

"Who cares what we tell her? The droid's gone. Let's just get back to the others." He said. He turned around with the other one following. The first looked back down in the pit, looking back at the other two.

"Shouldn't we at least look?"

"You wanna go see whatever that thing was?" A trooper asked rhetorically. The first one looked back down at the pit, before shrugging and joining the three. The droid was gone now, and that was the end of that. The Transport ships and Kylo's flew back up to the Star Destroyer, Finalizer, and into the first hangar. Once the doors open Poe is shoved out by the Sith Troopers into the hangar as the Stormtroopers went to clean their gear.

"All right! All right! No need to get all hands-on!" Poe said. He looked around to find himself in a Star Destroyer hangar, never having been in one. Before he could truly take a look around the Sith Troopers pushed out of the hangar, the Pilot letting out a few curses. As several troopers left the transport, only one stayed behind. FN-2187 looked around to make sure no one was watching him as he walked into the transport to be away from others. Once he was alone, the squadron leader reached for his helmet revealing a dark skinned man in his early twenties, short buzz hair, and brown eyes. FN-2187 stared at his own helmet, his mind was in a frenzy: He killed civilians, he lost a trooper, and watched as his own brothers and sisters killed innocents. What was even worse was that Phasma ordered it, he couldn't believe what he had done. He looked down at his own helmet tracing the blood, when he felt like someone was watching him.

"FN-2187." The stormtrooper turned around to see Phasma standing there, he must have been so preoccupied he didn't hear her. "Submit your blaster for inspection."

"...Yes, Captain." The stormtrooper said as he lowered his helmet.

"And who gave you permission to remove that helmet?" The Captain asked.

"Apologies, Captain. The visors were covered in sand, blurring my vision." He said as he placed his helmet back on.

"Regardless, return to your position." FN-2187 nodded as he put his helmet back on and walked past the captain. "FN-2187."

"Captain." He said.

"If you get out of line like you did down there, I will not hesitate to shoot you." Phasma said, and without missing a beat, walked past the stormtrooper, whose mind began to ponder.

What should he do now?

Rey grunted, her voice muffled by the scarf wrapped around her mouth, as she pulled out a large metal panel. The flashlight hanging off her goggles allowed her to see any scraps or parts she could sell for food. Reaching inside she pulled out a small cylinder wondering if it had any use, it looked interesting so perhaps Unkarr would want it. She slipped it into her pouch and checked one more time, seeing nothing inside Rey grabbed onto a rope and slid down the Star Destroyer. When she hit the bottom she went straight out seeing all she could find for the day.

Maybe she'll get lucky with Unkarr and he will give her extra tonight, oh how she loathed that monster. However, he was her only source of food as nothing grew on this planet nor were there any water sources other than the moistures towers owned by Unkarr. The monster who took care, care in a loose term, didn't help her survive much but she could handle herself in some harsh environments. She stabbed her staff into the sand, taking off her goggles and mask she let out a few pants of fresh air. Reaching into her pouch she grabbed her flask and tried to down whatever water was left in, not enough as her stomach growled in pain. Taking her staff she hopped on a metal sheet and slid down the large hill towards her speeder. Once she made it to the bottom, Rey dragged the sheet of scraps towards her red speeder. She was not an extraordinary pilot or driver, but simply driving a speeder wasn't too hard. Taking the scraps she put them in her net with random junk inside, hopping onto her speeder and flew off towards the outpost.

She had been on Jakku for most of her life, she couldn't remember much beforehand, like it was a blur. She had never gone too far from the outpost or even beyond the scrapyard, afraid of what laid beyond the sea of sand. As she traveled her mind once again wandered back to the past, the last thing she truly remembered of her parents was the ship flying away as she cried out for them. She couldn't recognize their faces, but she did remember a voice, her father no doubt, the last thing he said to her.

"When the time comes, we will be together again. I promise."

Since then, she was kept under eye by Unkarr, and he only taught her how to find certain parts and nothing much. She remembered her father's promise, and made a promise to herself: She will wait for them. Even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't fly a ship, Unkarr never let her near them, expecting she might try and leave. Speaking of the fat monster, she arrived at the outpost, stopping at the shipyard. She turned her speeder off and unhooked her scraps and started dragging them away.

"You sure you don't need me to come along?" Rey looked to her right to see Damien and his strange lizard friend, she never learned the species name nor has seen one, standing near what appeared to be his ship. "I can help carry more?"

"I can handle things fine out here. Besides, you fleshbags always bring more trouble my way than I like." The lizard hissed. Rey shook her head as she dragged her scraps, but occasionally turned to Damien. She didn't know why, but the man around her age was….a strange fellow. He was nice, a rare thing you'd find on Jakku, but it was something different. It was like a feeling, not warm or physical but something entirely. It was better than whatever she felt last night, that cold feeling and echoes of screams. She made it to a nearby bench where scrappers clean the junk they find, picking up the most recent one she started cleaning as quickly as she could. She heard booming in the distance and looked up to see a ship fly off into the sky, a look of awe on her face. Despite her promise to wait for her family she dreamed of leaving Jakku….but was afraid of what she would miss. She looked over to see an elderly woman cleaning some sort of scrap. Rey frowned at the thought of herself in the old woman's place, it had been so long since her parents left, was she destined to wait forever. Her train of thoughts were cut off from a scavenger cursing at her in a different language. She quickly cleans the scrap and gathers everything she has and goes to Unkarr. She handed the fat monster her scraps as he inspected it, checking if it was clean and everything.

"What you brought to me today is worth….hmm…..one quarter portion." Rey wouldn't show it but her expression turned slightly sour as Unkarr handed her a quarter portion, and added salt to the wound. "You can thank your little boyfriend and his pet for the portion." Rey said nothing as she took the portion, not even bothering to respond.

"Pet?!"

The snarl Rey heard from behind got closer as the lizard stormed past her and slammed his hands into Unkarr's post. "Pet?! Call me that again and I'll rip your arms out of your sockets, Crolute." Rey quickly left, not wishing to be involved…..but a smirk appeared on her face, never seeing such fear in Unkarr's face. It was a sight to see. She headed back to her speeder and looked over to see Damien helping his Mando-whatever it was called friend. Damien looked around and saw her staring at him, and smiled at her with a small wink. Rey quickly hopped on her speeder and sped away leaving everyone in the dust.

"Was it something I did?" Damien asked, handing Rhasar the blowtorch as the Mandalorian sighed, muttering about 'dense kid' and went back to working.

Rey sped across sands and towards her home, an Imperial AT-AT walker, stopping near one of the legs. She walked inside and looked around, nothing much was inside the room: A flower pot of a nearly dead flower, a makeshift doll of a Rebel from the war, and an X-Wing pilot helmet. Rey didn't have much from her parents, at least in terms of personal belongings. She went over and cooked some vegetables she had for saving, poured the portion in a small bowl and let it form into a muffin like food, but it did not have the taste. She went outside with the food and the helmet and sat at the foot and started devouring her food. She hadn't eaten in a while and she really couldn't savor it for long. She stared up at the stars and watched in wonder what was out there, if her parents were out there. Her mind did remember one thing from her mother: a song she would sing when Rey was going to bed. She hummed to the star filled sky, dreaming of the day her family will finally be there for her. However, she is alone on this day world, a small desert flower on this dead world.

Arthon rummaged through the box of scraps he plundered from the Star Destroyer, one that was luckily not emptied by the scrappers. He might have to thank that one scrapper for pointing him in the right direction, or even Damien for the Force. He shook his head at the idea, he was not gonna let the little fleshbag's ego skyrocket on his belief that the 'Force' decides all or whatever. Arthon never believed in such hokey religions. He never had reason to believe in any of it. Especially given the life he's lived. He wasn't going to deny the strange abilities Damien has displayed, but the idea of some cosmic force that defines their fate? Now that was hokey, and quite stupid in his eyes. His people believed in such things, a Scorekeeper, who will always protect them so long as they worshipped her.

Now his people were all but extinct. To him, no good came from religion. Nothing but blood and death wherever it rears its head. Despite his disbelief in religion he will never tell Damien but he is….thankful that the little fleshbag set him free. He finds Damien annoying and naive but his tricks have got them out of a few scuffles, but the kid was too nice, and that never lasted long in the Outer Rim. Still, he owed his life to Damien for setting him free, free from the Hutts, and he was able to take his vengeance. After that, Arthon wished to settle his debt with Damien and joined his recently small crew of smugglers which only consisted of Karine and IG at the time.

He shook his head, suppressing the memories, and picking up the box of scraps that should help them. He walked out of the hole from the Destroyer, most likely made from a Rebellion cruiser. Arthon pulled the goggles off his eyes to scan the sand around him, the sun was setting and he had all that he needed. He held the box at his side and started making his way down the hill, oh, how he hated sand: It was rough on his skin, it was coarse, and if he was a fleshbag, it would be hot. He really hated sand.

THROOM

Arthon stopped in his tracks from the sudden bang, like an explosion echoed across the sands. He sniffed the air and didn't smell smoke, but he did hear rumbling. He saw sand nearby him shift around and before he could realize what was happening something exploded out of the sand, screaming loudly flying over a hill. Arthon raised a scaly eyebrow, but thought nothing of it as he quietly made his way back to the ship. He stopped in his tracks hearing distinct alien noises and loud beeps and they started getting closer. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a small BB Droid Unit covered in sand roll over the hill followed by a local scrapper riding a four-legged beast. Before he could stop them, the BB rolled over his feet making him snarl in annoyance, then violently flung aside from the beast and his box flying. He let out an annoyed grunt when one of the scraps bonked him on the head, rubbing his head he saw all of his hard earned scraps sprawled across the sand and knew who to blame. Arthon stood up and stomped over to the scrapper who just caught the BB droid with a net, before grabbing him off his beast and holding him face to face. He then began to speak the scrapper's language, his voice providing a guttural pronunciation to every word.

"I was here first. Get lost." He said, every word sounding more annoyed than the last. BB, who was watching the Trandoshan hold the local like it was a ragdoll, slowly rolled out of the net and behind Arthon. The Local quickly hopped on its beast and walked off, muttering curses in its language before quickly scurrying away from Arthon's loud hiss. Arthon snarled in satisfaction before looking down at the BB Unit behind him, he noticed it was coated in saliva and sand, no doubt the thing that was spat out.

"The Nima Outpost is down there. Don't follow any stupid paths to get there." Was all the Trandoshan said, before he picked up his box and proceeded to gather his scattered parts. He looks over his shoulder and sees the BB droid staring at him, like it was waiting for something or someone. His eye twitched at the droid's stillness.

"What? I told you where to go. Why are you still here?" He asked. BB whistled about something classified, BB may feel safe now but he still needed to get off this planet. Maybe the one who saved him can help.

"Classified?" Arthon asked, before letting out a snort. "I want no part in that." He said, grabbing the last of his parts, and with a final heft, he began making his way back to the ship. He heard the sand shifting behind him, looking over his shoulder he hissed seeing the BB Unit rolling not far behind him.

"No." He said. He already had one annoying droid to deal with on the ship. BB chirped and whistled as Arthon continued walking. "Why does it matter if I have a ship? Why would I let you onboard?" He asked. BB kept rolling behind him, making Arthon's anger rise by the second. It went to the point where finally, BB bumped into Arthon's leg. Arthon dropped the box, balled his clawed hands into fist before turning to BB, letting out a guttural roar that would make even a Reek bow in fear.

"Leave me alone!" He said. BB screamed in fear, rolling behind a hill shaking in fear. Arthon grabbed the box and quickly made his way back to the ship. BB looked out to see Arthon walking, in spite of the monstrous actions, BB still needed to get off world: For Poe. It quietly rolled far enough from Arthon, following the Trandoshan back to the ship.

(Star Destroyer)

Poe was in pain, like a lot of pain. He was covered in bruises, his body felt like he was hit by a X-Wing, blood dripping down the side of his face and lip. The Sith Troopers tried to force the information out of him, the Interrogator Droid injected him with toxins, but he pulled through. He was trained for this even before joining the Resistance back at the Academy for spy missions. The room he was in were dimly lit, the troops left after hours upon hours of torture, seeing no other way of breaking the information out of him.

"It is such an honor," Poe eyes shot open hearing the dark voice echo in the room, never realizing someone was in here. Looking up he saw none other than Kylo Ren standing across from him, the Interrogator droid floating beside him. "To have the best pilot in the Resistance on board. Comfortable?"

"Not really." Poe said.

"I am surprised that you survived this long, no one has been able to get the information out of you." Kylo said as he circled around Poe, the pilot had no idea what the man was thinking of…..if he could call him that. "What did you do with the map? I will only ask once."

"I'll tell you the same thing I told the others: might wanna rethink your technique." Poe said. Kylo said nothing in response, he simply lifted his hand in front of Poe's face. Poe didn't know what was happening, suddenly he felt a very powerful presence weigh in his mind, like a hand was reaching in and pulling out his brain. He realized that Kylo was using the Force on him.

"You are resilient, I will admit." Kylo whispers as Poe grunted in pain, his head being slammed against his chair. "But not even you can resist the power of the Force. I will have all that I need."

"The Resistance will not be intimidated by you." Poe grunted as he tried to resist.

"I have no care for your Resistance. I want his destruction." Kylo growled as he reached into the mind of Poe. He saw so much of the man's past: His birth, his parents, how he joined the academy, joining the Resistance, and finally to the final moments of Jakku and what he did with the map.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" Poe screamed in pain. Outside, two Stormtroopers looked at each other, back at the door, and back to their post. Kylo walked out of the room leaving the unconscious Poe to groan in pain, walking up to Allegiant General Enric Pryde, former Imperial Officer of the Empire, now First Order, the man waiting for Kylo's interrogation.

"It's in a droid. A BB Unit." Kylo stated as the two walked towards the bridge.

"Reports state that the droid was swallowed by some creature, it couldn't have survived." Pryde said, Kylo turned to the Allegiant General stopping the man in his tracks.

"Search the entire planet, kill everyone there if you must, I want that droid found." With that Kylo walked away towards his quarters not giving Pryde time to respond. The General huffed in annoyance before walking towards the bridge. He never respected Kylo, but he dare not speak out, knowing the man's power was much like Darth Vader's. IN spite of this he tolerated Kylo, one person he despised in the First Order was General Armitage Hux, the supreme General of the First Order under the Supreme Leader himself. Hux had an air of arrogance around him, Pryde thought the young man knew nothing of true war. He would save his thoughts for another time as he arrived at the bridge and gave the orders to find the droid.

The barracks was where the Stormtroopers prepared for full scale invasions where they kept their armor. Only one Stormtrooper was in the room with his helmet in hand staring at its reflection, FN-2187 stared at his helmet in solemn silence for his fallen brother. Slip didn't deserve what happened to him, he was too young. But so were those civilians, most were women and children, he never thought that his own men and women would kill without remorse. He just couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger, and now that he has done that, he no doubt gains the attention of Phasma and Kylo Ren, and not in a good light.

If he continued to serve the First Order, what were their limits to civilian casualties. It was if no one in his squad cared for human life, he can't be like them. However, if he voiced his objection in civilian casualties they would bring him in for reprogramming, he never believed to be true but he had heard from others that Stormtroopers that were out of line were submitted with cybernetics chips in their head to be programmed with no other thought. He knew if he did something that was out of line they would reprogram him. He can't fight either, he saw no hope in fighting against the First Order, they had beings like Kylo Ren on their side. The man alone was capable of taking on an army, and that was just the iceberg of the First Order.

What did the Resistance have? Hope? That alone couldn't win a war. Having been raised to wage war, he already saw only one road for the Resistance.

"Hope cannot save them." He muttered to himself. He needed to get out, but how?

...Poe Dameron. If he could convince him to help him escape, he might have a chance.

(Crimson Goddess)

Damien stirred some noodles with its pan, before flipping some Wampa meat. The Sun was setting and it was nearly time for dinner, and being the Captain it was his job to make sure everyone ate well so he also served as the cook for the crew. Rhasar and Karine were currently bickering about...well something, it wasn't new. The young captain wondered when Arthon would be back, he was sure the Trandoshan can handle himself but they haven't been on this planet before so who knows what is on this planet that isn't scrappers.

"Dinner will be done in a few, Wampa Meat and Naboo Ramen on the house." Damien said washing the cooking utensils.

"I'm just saying you can't keep claiming yourself the best pilot out here in the galaxy" Rhasar asked mockingly.

"It's not my fault no one in this Galaxy can outrace me." Karine said nonchalantly.

"Don't tell me you never lost a race before?" Karine said nothing, but her stoic expression said it all. "That's what I thought." Hearing a small chuckle the two turned to Damien hiding his smile.

"What?" They both asked, the Captain wiping his nose standing straight.

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to know when the wedding was gonna be?" Damien asked, his smile getting bigger.

"I will shoot you if you say something like that again." Rhasar said.

"STUPID LITTLE SCRAP BUCKET!" The three heads shot up at the sound of Arthon snarling outside in rage, followed by a small beep. "I TOLD YOU TO STOP FOLLOWING ME!" The three watched Arthon walk in with a box full of parts, but what really caught their interest was the small droid rolling behind him. A BB unit, reaching up to Damien's kneecap counting the antenna. It was white with orange circles around it. Arthon slammed the boxes on a nearby table before snarling at the droid, making it beep at him. "Are you desperate to die, scrap bucket? Cause I'm willing to oblige you at this point." He hissed. The droid beeped a few times at Arthon, and the Trandoshan knew enough droid to know it wasn't nice. Arthon snarled at the droid, planning to crush him only for BB to be pulled by an unknown force into the air, landing in Damien's hands.

"Uh…..Arthon? Who's your friend here?" Damien asked, studying the droid.

"That thing is NOT my friend!" Arthon denied, his eyes wild with anger. "I found it while combing through the graveyard, and despite warning it several times, it followed me back here." He hissed. Meanwhile Karine stood up and took the droid from Damien's hands smiling at it.

"Oh it's a cute little BB Unit. Oh who's a cute little droid? You are!" Karine cooed making BB beep happily as someone was treating him nicely.

"Get that scrap bucket out of here! One is already enough!" Arthon said. At that moment IG walked in and noticed everyone staring at a BB Unit droid.

"My functions picked up the Trandoshan's Audio. I perceived it as the Mating Season for the Trandoshan, it appears I was wrong." IG stated, gaining everyone's attention.

"Butcher my culture again, scrap bucket, and I'll tear you to pieces more than the Republic did." Arthon growled.

"I believe the First Order has already done the butchering of your culture." IG stated. Arthon let out a bloodthirsty snarl, and made a move to lunge at the droid. Only to stop as Damien jumped between the two, hands pressed against both chest and chestplate.

"That's enough guys!" Damien stated as he stood between the angry Trandoshan and the stoic Droid.

"Uh guys." Everyone turned to Karine who still held BB. "This droid ID is BB-8, he says Arthon saved him and hoped he had a ship to ride on." Karine finished as BB whistled happily.

"Did you save him?" Rhasar asked, leaning on his hand.

"I merely scared off a scrapper trying to encroach on my search. The droid being spared the agonizing pain it clearly deserves for irritating is just a minor inconvenience to me." The Trandoshan said.

"BB, why were you out in the junkyard?" Karine asked, the droid whistled defiantly. "He says its classified."

"Of course it says classified. Always classified. Why, that's the only thing it kept telling me on my way here. 'I'm on a classified mission', 'I must find my master', 'I have to get off this planet', I heard you say all this SEVERAL TIMES!" Arthon snarled. BB whistled as Karine held it gently, trying to calm it.

"Arthon, calm down, we're not gonna get an answer out of it, if we treat it like junk." Karine said as she set BB down.

"Clearly, you've never been to Raxus Prime." Arthon said. Karine ignored him as she went to a knee and pet BB.

"Listen BB I can assure you….not everyone here is gonna kill you. We don't want to force you but we can't just let you on our ship without a reason. You can trust us." BB did not make a noise as it slowly scanned the room, while Karine noticed it's antenna was bent. "Here, let me fix this up."

BB watched as the Twi'lek pulled off his antenna and straightened it out, before putting it back on. BB stared at Karine, surprised by this act of kindness by once again another fleshbag he has never met. Arthon growled in annoyance before BB beeped a few times and projected a hologram in the air.

"A map?" Karine asked.

"An incomplete one, at that." Rhasar noted.

"It's missing a fragment of the Galaxy, some unknown sector." Damien said studying the map. BB whistled and beeped a few times as Karine nodded her head.

"Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh?" Rhasar asked.

"BB says this map contains a secret location, something that will help the Resistance against the First Order." Karine explained making the others eyes widen at the mention of the Resistance. The last bastion against the First Order.

"Wait a minute, did you say Resistance?" Rhasar asked, before raising a hand to point at BB. "You're telling me that little droid's part of the Resistance?" He asked. He then shook his head, before looking at Damien. "We can't let it stay here. That'll paint a massive target on our backs." He said. Damien said nothing as he stared at the missing piece of the map.

"Calculating our odds of avoiding the First Order…...1 Percent." IG states.

"Great, the droid says it. Besides, we all know the rules we made for this little crew of ours, right?" Rhasar asked. Arthon growled.

"No getting involved in the grand scheme of the war. No sides, either one drives away business. He has a point, Damien." The Trandoshan said.

"I agree that we shouldn't join sides." Karine said as BB stood behind her. "But whatever the First Order is after, it might destroy everything we love."

"And if we take this droid to the Resistance, we've as good as picked our side, Karine." Rhasar warned. "The First Order doesn't care how brief your association with the Resistance is. If they catch you helping them even once, they'll make you an enemy for the rest of your days."

"We're already targets for the First Order, they hate us so much they made mugshots of us." Karine said holding up several that were badly drawn from a desk they kept them in.

"But we're not as highly prioritized as Resistance agents. We help this droid, and we jump to the top of the list." Arthon said. Finally, everyone turned to Damien who was merely staring at the map in deep thought.

"It's your call, Damien." Karine said, gaining Damien attention as he saw everyone was staring at him. Even if she wanted to protect BB, she kn-No they all knew the final decision came to Damien, the one who gave them a home. The Captain sighed as he walked back and forth.

"Part of me is telling them to follow our code and kick the droid off our ship." Damien said.

"I like that side." Rhasar chimed.

"But the other part of me is to protect the droid." Damien said sitting down.

"I don't like that side." Rhasar retorted.

"This could finally be our call to adventure, come on you can't say this isn't a coincidence. This is our chance to be something more, something that you nor I can stop from happening." Damien said walking up to Rhasar with a smile. He finally had it, a call for something more.

"Are you serious?" Rhasar asked, an incredulous look in his eyes. "You can't possibly be this is some 'call'."

"Rhasar, I have an ability that I don't understand, and I most likely never will if I don't take this." Damien said gesturing to the droid.

"Oh yeah, go on an adventure with a droid whose goal will likely get us all killed by the group of tyrannical madmen who will kill us simply for being in the same room as this thing!" Rhasar said. Damien said nothing in return, simply sighing as he knew Rhasar wasn't wrong, he wanted something more in life, but was it worth risking his friends?

"What's wrong with taking a little risk in life?" Damien asked as he walked over to the counter and placed his hands on the table.

"There's risk, and there's committing what's equivalent to professional suicide by getting involved with this war." Rhasar said. Damien sighed as he turned around to see that everyone in the room had the same look of agreement, and seeing how he knew they weren't going to be so easily convinced, sighed in defeat.

"Alright, we'll ignore the call to adventure." Damien said walking over to BB and kneeling in front of him.

"Adventure isn't what you think it is, Damien." Arthon growled as BB angrily whistled.

"So that begs the question, what do we do with the droid?" Karine asked, hearing Arthon let out a low chuckle, walking over to BB. The droid looked up at the Trandoshan before it beeped angrily as Arthon grabbed him and slammed him into the nearest box, closing and locking the lid.

"Problem solved."

(Finalizer)

FN-2187 passed by several troopers and officers, trying to locate his destination. It took some self convincing, but he finally made the ultimate decision of getting Poe out of here, so he can get out of here. Seeing the door number he was looking for he walked into the room seeing one Stormtrooper standing by Poe Dameron.

"Ren wants the prisoner." FN-2187 said, the Stormtrooper nodded and pressed a button on the monitor. Poe looked at the stormtrooper in front of him as his locks opened before he was pulled off the torture chair and was cuffed. FN-2187 grabbed Poe placing a blaster at his chest and dragged the pilot along as they left the room. Poe was wondering what the hell would Ren want him for, he already has the information, or perhaps he wanted to kill Poe. After passing a few corridors, FN-2187 shoved Poe in what appeared to be a broom closet, the pilot coming face to face with the Stormtrooper.

"Listen carefully, if you do exactly as I say, I can get you out of here." He said, his helmet occasionally checking to see if anyone was passing by.

"What?" Poe asked, before FN-2187 took off his helmet.

"I'm getting you out of here." He said.

"You with the Resistance?" Poe asked, wondering if they had gotten someone inside the Stormtrooper program.

"No. I'm not part of your group. Can you fly a TIE Fighter?"

"I can fly ANYTHING." Poe said confidently, before his eyes narrowed. "But why? Why are you helping me?" He asked.

"I could say it's the right thing to do, but I'd be lying. You killed one of my men. I should hate you for that, but right now, you're my best means of escape from what the First Order would do to me for voicing my thoughts on what they did down there." FN-2187 said. He then sighed. "Plus, I'm not certified to fly a TIE."

"...You need a pilot."

"Isn't that what I just said?" He asked, almost annoyed by Poe's statement. The Resistance pilot smiled, as if the plan they were about to undergo was foolproof.

"Alright, lead the way, buckethead." He said. That resulted in him getting smacked in the head by the butt of FN-2187's blaster. "You got a mean swing, and very little humor."

"Have to make it convincing." Was the icy response from his new ally, who had slipped his helmet back on after hitting him. With that, FN-2187 dragged Poe with him as they made it to the hangar bay, FN-2187 hoping no one of importance was watching them.

"Don't be nervous, walk casual or something." Poe whispered.

"Try thinking that with an entire Star Destroyer of troopers ready to shoot us if this goes wrong." FN-2187 said, nudging him along with his blaster. Once they passed a squad of officers, FN-2187 nudged Poe again and both ran over to the TIE Fighters. FN-2187 unlocked Poe's cuffs and both hopped into the fighter.

"I've always wanted to fly one of these things." Poe said, before he looked back at the trooper in the rear seat. "You know how to shoot?"

"That much I knew." FN-2187 said, removing his helmet as he placed his hands on the controls. Poe flipped a few switches and heard the roar of the ION engines and the fighter began to float in the air. It was then that FN-2187 remembered a crucial detail as they began to take off. "Wait, the fighter's still-"

CLANG!

A quick bout of whiplash hit the two escapees as the fighter lurched, but ceased its movement, due to a cable attached to the side.

"-tethered." FN-2187 finished, annoyance creeping into his voice.

"I can fix this! Just keep those bucketheads off us!" Poe said, as FN-2187 looked out to see several Stormtroopers preparing to fire at their fighter. His hands graced the triggers ready to fire...but he found himself holding still.

Even though they were currently trying to kill him...he couldn't bring himself to kill them. His brothers and sisters, even though they were on opposite sides, he couldn't fire on them, so he opted for the next best option. He turned his attention to the stacks of TIE Fighters, and began firing, eventually destroying them, preventing any pursuers once Poe was able to break them from the cable.

"I got it!" Poe said, before the cable snapped off the wing and their fighter zoomed out of the hangar. "Whoa, this thing really moves!" He said, as he began to work his magic. They didn't call him the best pilot in the Resistance for nothing, after all. "Alright, we gotta take out as many of these cannons as we can, or we're not gonna get very far!" He said.

"Got it!" FN-2187 said.

"I'm gonna get us in position, just stay sharp!" Poe said, flying toward one of the cannons. "Up ahead! Up ahead, you see it?!" He asked, swerving past several blasts. "I've got us dead center! It's a clean shot!"

"Alright!" FN-2187 said, before lining up the targeting system, and when he had it ready, he opened fire, his shots destroying the two turbo lasers in front of them. The two cheered at their success, before Poe began to take them toward the planet.

"Hey, what's your name?!" Poe asked.

"FN-2187!" The trooper said automatically.

"FN what?!" Poe asked, surprised that all he got was what sounded like a serial number.

"That's the only name they ever gave me!" The trooper said.

"Well, I ain't using it!" Poe said. "FN, huh?" He asked himself, before a thought came to mind. "How bout Finn? How does that sound?"

The trooper was silent for a few seconds, as if he was contemplating the name. "It'll do!" He said. Back on the Finalizer, Kylo Ren watched the TIE Fighter escape, Pryde at his side. To Ren, he could easily rip the ship apart, but he saw no point in wasting such power on a pitiful task. He simply allowed Pryde and the others to run around like headless womp rats.

"Sir, they've taken out our turbolasers." One officer said from his monitor as Pryde turned to him.

"Use the ventral cannons."

"Yes, sir. Bringing them online." Another officer said.

"The pilot has nowhere left to run." Kylo said watching them fly off.

"He won't, I want to know who helped him escape!" Pryde said looking at one of his officers for any answers. Kylo stared at the TIE fighter, sensing a familiar presence and fear, the same on Jakku.

"The one from the village, Squad Leader FN-2187. I want Captain Phasma on the bridge, now." Kylo ordered as Pryde nodded.

"Sir, ventral cannons are hot." The officer said.

"Fire."

Back with the TIE Fighter, Poe and the recently christened 'Finn' were trying to escape the Star Destroyer, now trying to outmaneuver the projectiles launched from the ventral cannons.

"One's coming towards ya! My right, your left! You see it?" Poe asked Finn, who took Poe's callouts into consideration.

"Hold on...I see it!" The Stormtrooper said, firing until he managed to destroy the first projectile. Poe congratulated him as they continued flying. It was then that he noticed where they were heading. "Wait, what are we doing?"

"We're going back to Jakku, that's what." Poe said.

"Back to Jakku? Are you insane? The First Order is on our tail now, we've gotta leave the system!" Finn said.

"I gotta get my droid before we leave!" Poe said.

"A droid?!" Finn asked incredulously.

"Yeah! He's a BB-unit. Orange and white, one-of-a-kind!" Poe said.

"I don't care what color he is! No droid is that important!" Finn said, gritting his teeth.

"This one is!" Poe said.

"We gotta get as far away from the First Order as we can!" Finn said, taking his eyes off the targeting system to look at Finn. "We go back to Jakku, we die!"

"That droid has a map that leads straight to Luke Skywalker!" Poe said with frustration.

The droid has a map to Luke Skywalker? The First Order's most wanted enemy? Of all the luck Finn could have received…

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me!" He said, before their ship lurched from being hit by a torpedo, sending their ship spiraling through the atmosphere of Jakku. The heat from re-entry built up as they saw the desert sands get closer.

"Brace for impact!" Poe said, before the TIE smashed into the ground, and Finn's vision went black.

Zer0: You know another thing I found out?

Bio: What?

Zer0: I think one of those Ewok's at the end was Wickett from the Sixth movie. It's a nice little nod to the old series…...Oh shit, they're back.

Bio: If you couldn't tell from that, again, we saw Rise of Skywalker.

Zer0: We'll get to that in a second, let's go to our story…..HOLY SHIT. That was deep as FUCK.

Bio: Yeah. Couple that with the occasional music we'd play for the scene, and shit got real emotional.

Zer0: Did ya like it? No? Yes? Fuck off? Well we enjoyed writing it, it was really fun.

Bio: Probably another case of where we only have like a few reviews by the time we work on the next chapter.

Zer0: Regardless this chapter was fun. I think my favorite part was the end, a lot of exposition. World Building, and quite frankly it was needed. Finn and Poe was pretty fun….Rey is kind of the same but we're gonna get into much later. We promise.

Bio: As you can see, Finn has undergone a slight change in terms of his background, with him being quite the skilled warrior. Top of his class in the academy. And good enough to be considered for Sith Trooper training...that'll have a much better meaning than RoS.

Zer0: Basically the top dogs of the First Order Troops, like the Purge Troopers from Fallen Order or the Knights of Ren in the Stormtroopers. We're trying to make ST awesome but….I mean come on.

Bio: Cannon fodder will be cannon fodder. But we can make them badass cannon fodder.

Zer0: Also now you know a little more about our characters, just a bit more. Only one who didn't speak up was Rhasar with good reason, and Damien doesn't even know. IG has a little interesting one if you pay attention. Karine got some history, and it doesn't get better.

Bio: And of course, Arthon as always is rough around the edges, which as you saw from that explanation, makes perfect sense.

Zer0: Got some deep characters…..and this is the second chapter. This is like the first part in a movie. In a few paragraphs we gave more characters to these people than an entire movie.

Bio: Yeah. You really kept highlighting that when I wrote up the Finn section.

Zer0: I was playing Anakin's Betrayal when he was talking, that shit got fucken sad.

Bio: Then of course, there's Poe. Or as I shall call him in this story, with the way I've been writing him...the Star Wars equivalent of Garrus Vakarian.

Zer0: You're probably wondering why bring him so quickly into the story? Answer: Character Development…..also because we felt like it. Again: PLAN.

Oh also, I don't know if you guys could tell, but lowkey we hyping Kylo Ren up like crazy. So if anyone read the comics, Kylo Ren jumped into the Zillo Beast mouth and killed it from the inside…...Yeah in our story he straight just fucking killed it. No messing around, just sliced through it. I'll explain my reasoning for it and Bio probably agrees. Come closer, I need to whisper it…

…...KYLO REN IS THE BEST CHARACTER IN THE SEQUEL TRILOGY. Yeah that doesn't sound like much but he is the best character. In my opinion he is the top ten best characters…..canon-wise I'll say.

Bio: Much like Ewan McGregor in the Prequels, Adam Driver carries this whole fucking trilogy.

Zer0: From the series point of view Kylo is hyped to be super strong, like crazy strong, like the next Vader strong. Best character complexity, best character in general seriously. I felt like he literally was the only one who went through something. Yet in the movies (At least in the first two movies) he lost to a girl who has never used a Lightsaber or the Force until now. Yeah there's the whole thing where he was shot, weakened by the force after killing his Dad. Guys, he took a shot from Chewie blaster that sent people flying and he took like a champ. Dude kicked ass afterwards, and then all of a sudden Rey beats him. Also apparently she downloaded his training from that experience which is like a Force thing to do….but a bullshit thing. It's like Taskmaster but stupid, and poorly explained. Just because you got the training instantly doesn't mean you mastered it. But because of 'muh versity' it had to happen. But let's move on to I think we should the night with a review, or two if Bio wants to speak his mind. So Bio you go first, what did ya think of SW: ROS?

Bio: ...I'd give it a meh. Some might argue that's better than being completely horrible, but to a rabid fan base like Star Wars, may as well be a death sentence.

Zer0: Hmm…..I might give an okay. I consider Star Wars Fanbase, and really all Fanbases, as passionate but I'll get into that at the bottom. It wasn't bad as The Last Jedi….but it was like a meh. Should we go into Cons or pros? Which one?

Bio: Maybe pros. Number One: Babu Frik. Shut your mouth. You ain't changing my mind.

Zer0: Pros it is.

Pros: Well the trilogy is over, that's about as good as it gets. Okay so the movie had one good thing going…...JJ sent a fuck you to Rian. That's another good one. Again, Kylo is the best character, change my mind. Rey had training, though this is a Pro/Con at best. The music is awesome of course. I overall enjoyed it because I went to go watch it with an unbias view because when it comes to Star Wars my love for it comes first. Like I didn't go in hating the Last Jedi, I left hating it.

Bio: Visuals were pretty neat. Some of the best cinematography I've seen in a film.

Zer0: The fight scene was better than the last two….only because Kylo almost won (Technically did win, but his Mom decided to pull a fuck you). Uh, Poe was a great character, one of the best in the new trilogy which saying much. Harrison made a few million just by a few sentences.

Bio: Even though his role was minor, Lando was pretty fun to see again.

Zer0: Luke was good, nostalgia wise it was a good movie…..which is what this series has going. Again, go fuck yourself Rian Johnson. Is that everything? Oh, no slow ass bombers. Also Rose wasn't in the movie a lot, nothing against the actor, but fuck Rose.

Bio: Even though I feel like they planned something else entirely before the untimely event, I enjoyed Leia's scenes, made me tear up at times.

Zer0: Her death was kind of lame though.

Bio: And of course...the Senate.

Zer0: Ah...the good shit. Okay cons.

Cons: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING HELL IS THIS?! PALPATINE IS BACK?! WHAT?!

Bio: Is that a double standard when we literally said seconds earlier that he was a good part? Yes. Were we referring to his dialogue as the best part? Yes. Was his purpose in this story the con? Yes.

Zer0: THE KNIGHTS OF REN DIDN'T EVEN NEED TO BE IN THE TRILOGY! THEY DID NOTHING! REY IS A PALPATINE?! WHY?!

Bio: She's also a Skywalker now, apparently...which also means she technically kissed her brother or something like that.

Zer0: According to JJ that kiss was like a sibling kiss…...WHAT SIBLINGS KISS LIKE THAT?! THE LANNISTERS?!

Bio: I sure as fuck don't kiss my siblings like this. Matter of fact, we don't kiss at all. We'd rather kill each other than do something like that.

Zer0: My little sister kiss me because she is a child and it isn't like the fucking kiss at the end where Ben is fucking thirty and there's been massive hints in these series. Okay what else….oh yeah Palpatine. Why? I ask again, why? His arc is over, Anakin redemption was set in stone when that happened. Yeah he said he brought back the balance but we just need Mary Rey Sue to take the W, like she did every movie.

Bio: Cause Ruin Johnson decides after one look at some notes J.J. had to have left for him with the movies, that he's gonna yeet that shit out of there and just 'subvert expectations'?

Zer0: He tried to challenge us, I can't tell if it's our salt levels, or how stupid he thinks we are. This fucking little shit thinks if Empire Strikes Back was made today it would be just as critizied as his movie. Dude, ESB was like the best movie of all time, even to today.

Bio: I just call it someone who can't take criticism of their work...kinda why I'm on the fence about seeing Knives Out. One hand, I'm a sucker for murder mysteries, but I also heard he's put all manner of his political messaging and views that NO ONE asks for.

Zer0: I'm so shocked, can't you tell? Anyways what else…..oh yeah….Finn did not change whatsoever. He was the same from beginning to end. Not a bad thing, he did stuff, but what was the point. Oh the fucking Jedi Cheerleading squad was stupidly funny. Because that's what I want in a Star Wars movie, just them telling Rey she is the only one who can do it. Yeah Ben kind of did it with Luke in Episode 4, but it was more like get your shit together. This was just everyone better than Rey telling her how better she is for some reason. Rey past is fucking stupid, Bio liked the agree of her being no one and later I was agreed, it was a good idea…...but now it's just stupid. Why did the Lightsaber call her, a Palpatine?

Bio: I don't fucking know. Real question is what was the point of the memory wipe for 3PO when R2 literally just patches it back in?

Zer0: We would go on with all the plotholes.

Bio: At least agree with me this: thank fucking GOD Chewie finally got his FUCKING MEDAL!

Zer0: But there are so many. Kathleen and all of them don't know Star Wars. She goes on about how they didn't have any eight hundred page books or comics, just 'passionate' story tellers. She is right about one thing, there isn't eight hundred books. There are…..let see….one…..ten…...A lot, a lot of four hundred or three hundred page books. And thousands of comics. Yeah, talking out of her ass. At least we can be truthful, a lot of things we write are our own thing we'll tell you or it's based on the series because we enjoy the series. Star Wars has a lot of passionate fans, like me and Bio, that love the series. Henry Cavil (Man of Steel) talked once in an interview for Witcher how fans are not toxic like the media, or other annoying sites, are passionate. Hey we might get some people who don't like our story. That's fine, we want people to enjoy it and we also want ourselves to be satisfied with what we wrote.

Bio: It's like we said in the first chapter. In this story, we will utilizing elements from the old canon. Not everything, but the pieces that we believe work in the context of our story.

Zer0: I think it is time we wrap this up. Everyone I hope you enjoyed this, please review and PM for ideas. Please enjoy the story and remember, May the Force be with you.

Bio: Always.